“Soon”, she said to the impatient child, stirring the tea, the clouds of steam rising above the slightly cracked cup, slowly allowing the brew of roots to cool to a consumable temperature. She tried not to frown, her eyes filled with a sorrowful smile as she nodded reassuringly at the little one. This …Continue reading "The Tea – A Flash Fiction"
feels like standing still yet I am fast enough to arrive in due time Sometimes it feels like there is no progress toward our goals, no matter how many actions we take. We wrote a few pages only to find out that we have to revise them all, from the ground up. Or …Continue reading "Progress – More Than A Haiku"